If I could say
Just what You Mean To Me
Without Talking
Honey That Would be
So easy
My eyes would stare into Your being
like a Diamond that cuts through glass
My fingers would touch You
like a 6 pm summer sun
My lips would kiss You
like a thunderous cloud, barely felt but powerful
My arms would hold You
like a blanket on a December morning  
My Heart would beat
like a marching Army
My smile would sing to you
like a million sonnets
I would make love to you
like the heavens have opened up their gates
I would write You a poem
like THIS! X